But in the next moment, his heart suddenly sank.
He only saw a flower bud appear in front of him as he fled.
The flower bud was illusory, blooming open, already forming a phantom lotus.
In the blink of an eye, atop the phantom lotus, stood a person.
Golden Patterned Black Robe, holding a long blade.
Face of cold resolve, expression icy cold.
"..."
You Heavenly Venerate's heart sank slightly.
If it were in the past, one more Creation God wouldn't pressure him.
But after tonight, he knows well the Saint Master's capability.
If it were a one-on-one fight to the death, the Saint Master wouldn't be his match.
Yet, just now, the Saint Master alone, under siege, was unharmed, but instead repeatedly killed his allies.
The Saint Master's fighting skills are simply incomparable to a typical youthful junior.
